All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Captured by a Dominating Lycan King: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Hey?" I push open the office door and cautiously peek inside where Caspian has been working all morning. The house has been busy with workers cleaning and fixing what used to be Vivian's bedroom. He's sitting behind a big dark mahogany table glowering at the computer screen. "Hey," he answers sullenly, not even taking his eyes off the screen. He scrawls some words onto a writing pad in front of him. I think he's using more force than necessary, I'm surprised that he hasn't broken that very expensive-looking pen yet. "Can I come in?" He shrugs his broad shoulders nonchalantly, but sulkily says, "I thought you'd rather be flirting with the new cook than talking to me." "I wasn't flirting with him," I protest. "Oh, really?" he stops writing to finally look at me. "Yeah, really." "Then what about, "Oh, Duncan...Oohhh...Ummmm...Ahh.." " he badly mimics my voice followed by a high pitch moaning. "You're practically moaning like—" I rain tiny kisses along his perfect jawli

He laughs, "you don't need to look as if I was about to deliver you to the gallows, my love." "But what if your grandmother doesn't like me?" "Oh, she'll love you. She knows all about you and now she can't wait to meet her new granddaughter," he reassures me. "So we have to go to Germany?" "No, my grandmother lives mostly in Chevalier Caye, her island in Belize. She's my maternal grandmother. She's not royalty, but she owns The Monarchy, the restaurant that we went to last night. She's also the major shareholder of chains of restaurants and hotels throughout Europe and North America," he says. "I'm sorry if I sounded like I was boasting, but I'm very proud of my grandmother. She's an iron lady. She worked hard to get to where she's at, but she's still a kind grandmother to me. As a matter of fact, in some ways, she's like you." Oh uh..."What do you mean in some ways she's like me?" "Oh, you'll see," he grins mischievously. "On second thought, maybe it's not such a good ide

He kicks the door to his bedroom close and throws me onto the bed. I bounce up and down on the huge bed, staring up at him. "What are you going to do to me?" "Wouldn't you like to know?" he drawls playfully. "The real question is, what wouldn't I do to you, my love?" He pounces and I yelp and bound onto the other side of the bed. He looks up and a predatory look enters his eyes and his smile turns wicked. "I thought we're doing a painting session?" I squeak, scanning the room for any possible area to escape. Taking my eyes off him proves to be a mistake as he leaps gracefully out of the bed. I manage to jump to the other side of the bed in time...just barely. "Well, then...take off all your clothes and model for me," he suggests, his voice sounds amused. "What??? Uh...now?" "Or maybe we're skipping the painting part and doing what comes right after," he adds with a widening smile. Yikes!!! I walk slowly around the bed to the furthest side away from him. His eyes foll

"Time for school, sweetheart," I feel a hand stroking my cheek. "Five more minutes," I mumble, snuggling deeper into the warmth of his arms. "Tired." It's all Caspian's fault. Our.....uh..painting sessions.. lasted a while last night, and we had several throughout the night, and again this morning at dawn. Now I'm still tired. How can he be so cheerful and energetic in the morning? "Did I wear you out, Sunshine?" He chuckles. "Never," I answer with my eyes close. "Oh really? Hmmm..." he burrows his face into the crook of my shoulder, then starts kissing and nibbling on the skin just above my collarbone. He moves lower. Oh, my... I open my eyes just in time to see his silky dark head disappearing underneath the blanket. --- "Are we going to start going to school late every day now?" asks Julian, grinning mischievously. He's sitting on the hood of Silas's shiny black Escalade with his long legs casually dangling down the front of the SUV. "You could just have left with

I turn to look at Caspian's direction. He's already staring at us. His eyes narrow speculatively. "Please?" I turn to look at Bane again. He looks awful. He's unshaven. Fuzzy light brown hair covers half his face. His golden hair isn't as shiny and nicely combed and styled as usual. The light in his sea-blue eyes is gone. They are dulled, troubled, and red-rimmed. I'm suddenly feeling conflicted. I really don't want to, but I feel like I need to talk to Bane at some point. There's always a sense of unfinished business between us. At the same time, I know my mate wouldn't like me to be talking to him. I know I wouldn't like it too if it was Caspian who's going off to talk to his ex-lover or some other girl. I do need to talk to Bane, though. I can't have this unfinished business hanging over my head forever. I stand up hesitantly and Selene put a hand on my arm. She has a blank look on her face, but I can feel her unease. I can feel the pack disapproval. I feel Caspian's warning an